CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM CONE

Chocolate Ice Cream Cone...

Mimi. That’s what I called my grandmother, my mama’s mama. God, I miss that woman.

As little children, Mimi would sing to us all the time. There is one song in particular that has been sang from generation to generation in our family. Chocolate Ice Cream Cone.

It’s a cute song with a catchy little tune the kids always love. At every family gathering we would get her to sing it and we would all sing it with her or take turns singing it ourselves.

I have grandchildren of my own, now and everyone of them can sing this song word for word. My grandchildren never knew their great, great grandmother personally, however; I feel that they have a connection to her through this song.

As long as I am living, every grandchild, great grandchild and great, great grandchild of mine will know this song if I have to teach it to them myself. It has become our family legacy.

My mama said if I’d be good she’d send me to the store.

She said she’d make some gingerbread if I would sweep the floor.

She said if I would make my bed and mind the telephone she would send me out to get a chocolate ice cream cone.

And so I did the things she said and then she made some gingerbread.

Then I went out… Just me alone and got my chocolate ice cream cone.

While coming home I stumped my toe upon a great big stone.

Need I tell you that I dropped my chocolate ice cream cone?

A little puppy came along and took a great big lick, so I hit that mean old dog with just a little stick.

Then he bit me where I sit down and he chased me all over town. And now I’m lost I can’t find my home… And it’s all because of that chocolate, chocolate, chooooooocolate ice cream cone.

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